Easter

It is Easter Friday and we have all had a day off.
Except of course the dub music which has been valiently polluting my house from my flatmate's room all day. If I wanted to listen to dub, I would switch on radio one and listen to some tosspot blearing through the track lineup of unmitigated shit, I don't want it to stage a home invasion at my flat.
However I did get out of the house so it has not been absolutely relentless. And when I get home I can retaliate with some country and western sleaze I suppose. Or I can drown my sorrows with a creme egg. Which leads nicely to a boring story. I was part of the OMIGODTHESUPERMARKETWILLBESHUTTOMORROWWHATWILLWEDO! rush at New World yesterday when I purchased the aforementioned egg, and I consider it a small triumph that when I met someone I knew I was only part way into my binge food buying expedition. I only clutched a bag of hot cross buns, but they had a basket full of crap. Ha! Now we can pretend I am the fit healthy one...unless of course they spotted me on the way out.
There's something to be said for the anonymity of shopping in a different part of town to where you live.